Ph: Love: Just The Truth Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Love: Just The Truth
Your words are raw,
Mine more designed,
Your poems are passionate,
Mine more refined.
Your heart is everything,
My heart is cool,
You are God's favorite,
I am His fool.
January 3,2014
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Poet's Notes:
This is the first untouched poem of my life. Straight from my source to the blank page.
Hi Ed, It seems I am just too simple for your enigmatic mind. : -) What I mean to imply by calling myself God's fool, is that to the best of my ability, all of the time, I will defend the God of Love, even if I can't understand His perspective. There is simply no possibility in my poor mind that He could be wrong, ergo I am God's fool! QED
Lora loves the poem - she thanks you. (I know because she and I are best friends - she tells me everything)
it is nice soft poem friend, that refreshed my mind and i am feeling light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 10:24:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
No Ed, more like an enigma within an enigma. Don't you recognize the story of the prodigal sister? Lora is the sister that ran away from home (Dad's favorite?) and I am the the son who stayed home and did all the grunt work (Dad's fool) and in spite of my fealty, wound up being jealous of my sister's homecoming party. Wow! You and Merov! You may think I'm kidding, but I love you both! I actually like both of your interpretations on this poem. Isn't imagination/poetry fun? Here we have three different perspectives on the same poem and they are all right!